Bad Boys...Play Rock, Paper, Scissors

Prussia x Reader

Red and blue: two colors that could exemplify many things.  What did it mean at this moment for you?  Hahaha, why don’t you ask that uniformed man that stopped yours and Prussia’s car.

As fear was shooting up your spine, you glanced over at your Prussian friend to find him sitting in the driver’s seat…looking completely fine with this situation.  Quickly, you shifted your gaze back to the rear-view mirror of the vehicle to see the cop was now making his way over to Prussia’s window.

 “Oh my God, Prussia!  It’s a cop!” you whispered in exasperation and fear, knowing that you two were going to end up getting a ticket due to Prussia trying to ‘awesomely’ drive you both to the airport in record time.

“Ja, it is also a man,” he replied sarcastically.  Punching him in the arm, you told him to ‘shut up’.  “Don’t worry, I got this covered,” he said, waving a dismissive hand in your general direction.  Arriving at the driver’s window, the cop raked his gaze over the two of you, trying to figure out the reason for your speeding.

“Hello sir…mam,” he nodded in your direction.

“Hello~!  How are you today?” Prussia asked, perhaps a little too cheerfully.  Something was up.  “What does he have planned?” you thought to yourself in fear.  Usually when Prussia gets an idea, it doesn’t bode well for those within the vicinity.

“I’m…okay,” the cop answered, sounding a bit confused and taken aback by the happiness exuding off of this man he just pulled over.  Normally people are downright pissed off at him for doing such a thing.  Oh well, he could always go for a change of reaction.  Although the grin that he was being given by this albino man made him still feel like he should be wary of his actions.  “Do you mind telling me how fast you think you were going?”

“…75.  I was going 75 in a 65 zone.  Why do you ask?”

“Because in case you didn’t realize, that is called speeding.”

“Really?!  I had no idea there was such a thing.”  Silence passed between the two men as the cop glared slightly at Prussia.

“That’s a funny accent you’ve got there.  You’re not from this country, are you?  Do you even have a valid license?”

“Psh, yes I am,” Prussia replied, rolling his eyes.  “And of course I do.”

“Really?”  Receiving a nod from the albino, the cop proceeded to question him.  “Alright then.  Papers?” the cop asked, holding his hand out flat and palm up.  The Prussian looked at the police officer’s hand as if contemplating on whether or not to shake it.  Looking up, he stared at the cop for a second before responding.

“Scissors!  I win!” Prussia yelled with a stupid grin on his face.  Laughing, he put the car in drive and drove down the highway, successfully getting away from the cop who stood flabbergasted back where the car used to be.  The Prussian man laughed maniacally as he now drove 90 mph down the freeway…to make up for lost time of course.

“Prussia, what the hell was that?!” you yelled, gripping your seat tightly.

“Rock, paper, scissors.  Geez, I would’ve thought you’d have known what that was by now,” he responded, rolling his eyes at you.

“Normally I would laugh at this situation, but since I’m in the car with you…that makes me your partner in crime!” you yelled as Prussia proceeded to pass about three cars in a row.

“Oh I’m sorry you feel that way.  Do you want me to ease your troubled mind by dropping you off in the ditch so that the cop can arrest you?”

“…On second thought, I am perfectly content staying with you,” you stated, suddenly sounding completely fine.  Prussia chuckled to himself as he brought his arm across the back of the front passenger seat, getting himself comfortable as he continued the drive to the airport.